“Let me pass—”
“If you can knock me on my ass, then I'll let you go, but until you can do that, you're not going through that door,” he said out of breath. “I want you to survive, and this is the only way to ensure that.”
Rolling my eyes, I threw my bag off my shoulder to the floor. Backing up, I bowed toward him with outstretched arms. “As you wish.”
He walked forward, staying himself for the attack. “Aren't you being a little dramatic—”
Dashing toward him, I swung my body around him and dropped backward. He crashed to the ground with me and rolled away as I jumped to my feet, crouching low. His smirk annoyed me as we circled each other, both in fighting stances. I was going to get out that door one way or another.
Gabriel ran toward me, pivoting as I punched through the air where he once stood. I dropped down to the ground and swiped behind me with my feet striking his shins. He fell with a thud, rolling away before I could pin him. Coming towards me, he struck his arm forward as I dodged. I managed to strike his chest open-handed, sending him through the air and sliding backward along his back. At first, I was worried I hit him too hard, but in a second, he was back on his feet, lunging at my midsection. As we tumbled over, my breath was knocked out of me. I gasped as we rolled, making sure to end up on top, where I finally managed to pin him to the ground with my forearm across his neck.
He tapped my arm with his hand to signal his defeat. As I let him lift himself to a seated position, I pushed him forcefully back to the mat. Straddling him, I leaned over his body, so he was looking only at my face.
“Don't ever block that door again.”
“Yes, my Lady,” he remarked with a sly smile.
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